In 1975, KGB used to have special programming on Sunday nights. Dr. Demento and the music that the DJs (or at least one, Jim McInnis) thought that you should hear. One of those songs was Sheena Is A Punk Rocker, it was the kind of sound that made you look at your radio and listen.
I thought about driving over to the place where I first saw the Ramones, but I was hungry this morning and I didn’t know if there was a good place to have breakfast near there. There wouldn’t be any point to it anyway: that place shut down within a few years after that concert. You can’t hold or find memories - what ever memories you have are always between your ears, wherever your ears are.
When you hear The Ramones, you hear guys trying to make music beyond the boundaries of teenaged angst but never leaving that orbit. It is fast and vital, but never nuanced. Perhaps because of that, the notion that they are all dead and I’m not seems incongruous.
The sound of their music doesn’t match the state of their existence (sic) today.